Too Real Lyrics by JT Money

[Talkin: JT Money & {Evil}]
Wassup baby? {waddup nigga? }
Is you down for me girl?
{You know I am}
Is you down for me?
{You know I am motha f*cker}
OK, I need you to do somethin,
{You want me to lay one of these
Punk ass niggas out for you}
F*ck niggas makin me sick man.
{Yea, you want me to peel a cap
In they ass for you boo? }
Uh Huh {uh huh}

[JT Money:]
I see alot of dumb niggas flaugin,
Talkin bout how they livin large & ballin,
All in the club pullin out dummy wads,
Keep tryna flauge and that ass gon get scarred,
Cause these jack boys always out workin,
And we don't like f*ck niggas that be perpin,
Tryin to impress some trickin ass hoe,
A nigga with sense keep that flow on the low,
See only a fool will flash, smart niggas gon stash,
Just get him somewhere so yo nigga can touch his ass,
Would you do that? you know you gon be straight,
Besides, the f*ck nigga not to playa hate

Evil
See I'm flossin in the 8-50 lookin jiggy,
I know this nigga suspect, too f*ckin pretty,
Frostbit bracelet, rockin the best
Like Eugene Robinson, cruisin for sex.
Tryna hit me for the 40 baby, I'm bout to flex
He don't expect, this bitch about to get him wet
What a surprize, we bout to take you on a ride nigga
Bonnie & clyde

[Evil {JT Money}:]
You my nigga I'm your girl, me and you against the world
{That's right baby so let's get this nut like a squirrel}
Let's take niggas shit, cause fake niggas trip.
{Damn right and yo nigga needa hit a lick quick}
Me and you against the world, you my nigga I'm your girl
{Yes, so let's get this nut like a squirrel}
Let's take niggas shit, cause fake niggas trip.
{Damn right and yo nigga needa hit a lick quick}

[Evil:]
I gets down with my nigga, bust rounds for my nigga,
I trick for my nigga, suck dick for my nigga,
Do hits for my nigga cause I sticks with my nigga,
Keep him fed, yo I'm straight down for my nigga,
I'll jack for my nigga, sell crack for my nigga,
When them fools trip I pull back on them triggas,
Rob a bank with my nigga, smoke dank with my nigga,
Evil & JT, two natural born killaz

[JT Money:]
Damn right, better see me bout it if you want it,
Cause my girl only answers to me, plus we up on it.
That's the deal, nigga out here strugglin,
And don't need no nigga sweatin my girl while she hustlin
Motha f*ckas who playin with my bread,
I gotta get fed, and need a place to rest my head
Shit, me and my girl do crime together, grind together,
Probably do time together

[Evil {JT Money}:]
You my nigga I'm your girl, me and you against the world
{That's right baby so let's get this nut like a squirrel}
Let's take niggas shit, cause fake niggas trip.
{Damn right and yo nigga needa hit a lick quick}
Me and you against the world, you my nigga I'm your girl
{Yes, so let's get this nut like a squirrel}
Let's take niggas shit, cause fake niggas trip.
{Sho nuff and yo nigga needa hit a lick quick}

[Evil:]
I'm a thugged out bitch in reality,
Any hoe creepin, think I'm sleepin, will be labled a fatality

[JT Money:]
But baby I'm yo nigga so it's all good,
And you know if you want it, I'm a get it if I could.

[Evil:]
If you can't then I will go and get them honey bees,
Hit the block, set up shop, sellin dub-sacks of trees,
Bitches poppin grill, don't they know I pack the steel,
When shit gets illl, I'm poppin hoes at will.

[JT Money:]
I don't see them hoes, I'm too busy on the grind,
Plus I'm gettin mine and ain't got the time.
So baby f*ck them hoes, they can't come between,
And plus you just like me, down to scheme for that cream.

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